I suspect that most folks who follow my blog do so because of my job in publishing. And I want to say thank you right now. To both of you. (Thanks, Mom. And thanks other person.)
For the next 12 weeks, however, I’m going to try an experiment and see if I really have it in me to write something longer. I know enough writers not to be deterred by the persistent feelings of fraud and inadequacy that rise up when I try to claim an identity as a writer or when I think of writing as an activity I might do. If everyone who had those feelings stopped writing altogether we would be a society with far, far fewer books to chose from.
Ok, two paragraphs in and already I’m hedging. Look, ok, I’m not trying to see if I can write “something”: What I’m trying to do is see if the the little holes I’ve torn in the curtains covering this story in my head were really allowing me to see something real and true, something that was part of a larger tale that needs to be told; Or whether what I saw were just glimpses of a trompe l’oeil painting, a two-dimensional portrait.
Well, folks, I guess I’ll find out! Laissesz les bon temps roulez!